Fictional vs. Reality

Chapter Two - Freddy vs. Bellatrix

Harry sat, watching the movie with Dudley. It wasn't the fact that he was watching a movie with Dudley because he was now used to his cousin being more friendly to him, it was the fact that there was a naked girl running around the screen, screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to run from Jason Voorhees, a masked killer - Harry didn't mind that part much - he wore a look of bewilderment of his face, as did Dudley.

Dudley sat on the ground hugging a pillow; Harry sat on the couch, leaning forward.

The woman ran, screaming, through a cemetery, with just a button up shirt that was only button up so her breasts were just barely visible. Harry and Dudley groaned irritatingly as she ran towards the camera, and it only showed her shirt, and nothing else.

She ran into the woods, slowing into a walk. She turned around, breathing heavily. She backed up against a tree, and whipped around. She was relieved to see it was only a tree, but knew she was not out of danger yet. She turned around and began walking past the tree, looking behind her.

Dudley broke out laughing as she bumped into Jason and fell back, her shirt opening to show one of her breasts. She scrambled backwards until she bumped into the tree, shaking all over. She slowly stood up.

Jason stepped forward, and threw his knife into her chest, making it go through the tree. He stabbed her continually, and backed up. He turned around, but the dead girl lifted her head and began talking.

Harry sighed. He stood up. "Well, the good part is over," he said, walking into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. "I'm going to do my homework."

Dudley paused the movie as three new girls were shown on the screen at a house, all alone, with Jason standing out by the window, watching them. He stood up and followed Harry.

"But the movie just started!" he said. "How do you know there won't be any other good parts in the movie?"

Harry stopped at the top of the stairs. He turned and faced Dudley. "One, I don't. Two, Aunt Petunia will be back from shopping, and Uncle Vernon will be home soon from work. You know they don't like me watching TV, especially anything entertaining like so." He turned around and walked into his room.

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No, don't fall asleep! Something's about to happen! Bellatrix told herself, though she didn't know why she was all of a sudden tired.

Freddy lowered his right hand, and smirked. "So, what do you propose we do?" he asked.

Voldemort stepped forward, and turned and faced Bella. He raised his wand. "Whoever can kill her the fastest," he suggested.

Bella's eyes widened. What was he talking about?

Freddy nodded, considering what he said was expectable. "You know what would be better?" He turned to Voldemort, who looked at him, his face expressionless. Freddy took his right hand, and dug into Voldemort's chest.

Bella shrieked and began shaking as she watched in horror as Freddy smirked, twisting his hand inside Voldemort's chest. Blood started coming from Voldemort's mouth as Freddy began tugging. The new comer finally succeeded in getting his hand free from the taller wizard's chest. He turned around and faced Bella as Voldemort fell behind him.

Bella screamed once she what Freddy had in his hand. She felt like she was going to be sick, for it was still pumping. It was Voldemort's heart. She put her hand over her mouth, and looked up to his smirking triumphant face.

He threw the heart to the side, and stepped towards her. Bella stepped back, but bumped into a cement wall that seemed to appear out of no where. She looked around searching for an escape route, but found none. She looked back at Freddy, who was now so close; they were within arms reach of each other.

"Now, back to earlier," he growled. He lifted his hand, and thrust forward.

Bella screamed and dodged it, causing Freddy to dig his steel fingers into the concrete wall. He yelled as his steel fingers came in contact. He grabbed his wrist and turned to her. He jumped at her again, and she screamed and dodged again.

She tried to escape by the stairs, but four concrete walls in a box now surrounded her, with only Freddy as her company. She turned to face him, her face getting a serious expression.

She dug into her robes, and whipped out her wand. She pointed it at him. His arms dropped to his side as he cackled out loud.

"A stick?" he said.

Bella shook her head, and looked at her wand, and gasped. She dropped her wand that had somehow turned into a stick. What kind of evil monster was this man?

Freddy stepped forward, and smiled. "You're such a pretty thing, too," he whispered.

Bella fought the urge to smile. No one had called her pretty since her years at Hogwarts.

His face became serious as he held up his right hand. He moved his fingers, the blades glittering in the candlelight. He smiled and thrust forward at her.

She closed her eyes and screamed.

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Harry sat up straight. "One hour," he said. He jumped off his bed and clambered to his desk where his potion homework lay. He grabbed his quill, dipped it in the ink, and wrote:

Polyjuice Potion, in average circumstances, may only have an effect for an hour.

He sighed. "Now what?"

As if on cue, there was a tapping at his window, and Pig flew in the room. He dropped a scroll on Harry's bed and, without waiting for Harry to respond or give him food or water, flew out.

Harry shook his head, and grabbed the letter. He fell on his bed, and unrolled the scroll.

Harry-

You must come here. I have asked Severus to retrieve you, has he come? I ask this because he hasn't stopped by here since I told him to bring you here. Please, I must have you here, it's very important, and now I don't think you will be safe at the Dursleys. Owl me back as soon as you read this.

-Albus Dumbledore.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Where did Snape go?

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Bella held out her hand, and stopped him from stabbing her. She opened her eyes, and found she was on the floor, Severus hovering over her, his eyes furrowed. He moved his eyes forward, and she looked at where he was looking at. She screeched and grabbed onto Severus. He flinched looked down at her.

"Uh, Bella," he said, hesitantly, "what are you doing?"

"Keep him away from me!" she cried. She burrowed her face in Severus's cloak. He raised his eyebrows and looked at a burnt man who sneered at her.

Voldemort charged forward and grabbed his collar, picking him up. The man backed up and gave Voldemort a quizzical look.

"What did you do to her?" he demanded.

The man shook his head. "Just showing you how I can kill others."

Voldemort crossed his arms over his chest. "And, how is that?"

"By their dreams. I can do anything in their dreams, including kill them. I can do anything I want."

Voldemort glared at him. "Can you do anything else, Freddy?"

Freddy thought for a moment, and nodded his head. "Oh, yeah. I'm strong, I can lift things. I have my glove here," he said, raising his right hand with the steel fingers. "I never take it off. I never sleep, I never eat, I won't stop, until I feel the time is necessary."

Voldemort nodded. He held out his wand at him. "Now, how do you fair with combat?"

"You won't last two minutes."

"And, if I do? Will you join my regime? Help kill all who apply to you, and myself."

Freddy furrowed his eyebrows. Bella and Severus looked up at him, awaiting his answer.

"Why yourself?"

"Because there are certain people who I need to kill myself, and if you kill them, I will kill you."

Freddy looked over at Bella and Severus. He wondered where that other man came from. "All right," he said, looking back at Voldemort. "I'll join you. No fight to prove myself."

"Really?" Voldemort asked, bewildered. He thought Freddy would want to fight to gain his allegiance. Voldemort nodded. "Okay. You see these two?" He pointed at Severus and Bellatrix. Freddy nodded. "You are not to harm them, neither are you to have fun with them. There are others like them. I will let you know if they are mine, or not."

Freddy nodded all through Voldemort's talk. He smiled and held out his left hand. "I'm in?"

Voldemort eyed his outstretched hand. He grabbed it hesitantly, and they shook.

Bella let out a squeak of protest, but Severus shushed her.